The valley green was so In the middle ran a stream so blue A fair, in despair, once had met her true love there and she told him She would say \"Promise me , when you see, a white rose you'll think of me love you so Never let go I be your ghost of a rose\"
Her eyes believed in mysteries She would lay amongst the leaves of amber Her wild, heart of a child, yet gentle still and quiet and mild and he loved her When she would say \"Promise me when you see, a white rose you'll think of me I love you so Never go I will be your ghost of a rose\"
When all was done, she turned to run Dancing to the setting sun as he watched her ever more he thought he saw A glimpse of her upon the moors forever He'd hear her say \"Promise , when you see, a white rose you'll think of me I love you Never let go I will be your ghost of a rose\"